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the phantom · 01-03-2008, 03:52 PM

"Master, why will you not permit me to slay the Seer? We both know-"

"I have told you NO already!" said the fog to the last Werewolf. "The Seer knows it is time. He will come to us."

"But if he doesn't?"

"In that case, I will allow you to seek him out, and have a bit of fun with him."

**********

Farael sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the past few days. He had been successful- almost too successful to be believed. The village had gained a significant leg-up on the Werewolves, despite there being a total of five of them.

But perhaps things would change now. For he, the last of the gifteds, was about to leave the village behind and force the residents to fend for themselves. But then surely they can catch one Werewolf he thought. And yet he couldn't shake the thought that this final Werewolf would not be easily discovered.

At last Farael stood up and made ready to leave. He packed his most precious belongings, including his books on Seer methods and history, and walked out into the night.

As soon as he left his home, he heard it- the Voice from the outside. It had somehow found a way past the fog to speak to him. "Go not forth!" it whispered desperately into his ear. "The fog awaits you! It cannot touch you within your home! Stay!"

But Farael dismissed the voice and continued on his way, away from the land bridge and towards the middle of the lake. Soon he found himself on the very bank where Nogrod had met his fate. Farael pushed into the water the boat that Nogrod had attempted his escape in, and then lowered himself into the boat and began to paddle.

As the distance between himself and the shore increased, he saw the final Werewolf emerge from the shadows of a shack and pad out onto a rock that jutted into the lake.

"My Master is expecting you!" it snarled.

"I know," answered Farael.

"Soon evil will stand alone in this village! The innocent stand no chance now!" taunted the Werewolf.

And with the gift of sight that was granted to him, Farael answered, "They never did. And yet that is not an evil."

"What madness do you speak?!" yelled the Werewolf, confused and angry.

But Farael did not answer as his boat disappeared into the fog.

The Werewolf heard a muffled splash, and then the fog spoke with a great voice.

"The way is cleared for you now. The village is yours for the taking. Leave none alive!"

As the Werewolf made its way back to its home, the Voice spoke to the Master of the fog. "This is no victory for you, so do not claim one. You have been overly cruel, and your spirit is tainted for it."

"How can one such as you chide another for cruelty," answered the fog. "Is cruelty not an art that you have perfected?"

The Residents-
Aganzir- hangwoman
Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger
Isabellkya- hen
Kath- milliner
Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler
mormegil- woodsman/carpenter
The Might- shephard
The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker

The Departed-
Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)
Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER)
Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER)
Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- slain by Hunter on Day 2 (VILLAGER)
Nerwen, miller- found out on Day 3 (WEREWOLF)
Macalaure, jailer- outed on Day 4 (WEREWOLF)
Boromir88, assistant to the apprentice to Rikae- taken by fog on Night 5 (RANGER)
Rikae, midwife/wise-woman- executed on Day 5 (WEREWOLF)
Farael, conspiracy theorist- surrendered to fog on Night 6 (SEER)

ANNOUNCEMENT: From this point on, Roles will not be revealed upon death.

IT IS NOW DAY 6. YOU MAY POST.

01-03-2008, 03:52 PM	#500
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	The final gifted.... "Master, why will you not permit me to slay the Seer? We both know-" "I have told you NO already!" said the fog to the last Werewolf. "The Seer knows it is time. He will come to us." "But if he doesn't?" "In that case, I will allow you to seek him out, and have a bit of fun with him." ******** Farael** sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the past few days. He had been successful- almost too successful to be believed. The village had gained a significant leg-up on the Werewolves, despite there being a total of five of them. But perhaps things would change now. For he, the last of the gifteds, was about to leave the village behind and force the residents to fend for themselves. But then surely they can catch one Werewolf he thought. And yet he couldn't shake the thought that this final Werewolf would not be easily discovered. At last Farael stood up and made ready to leave. He packed his most precious belongings, including his books on Seer methods and history, and walked out into the night. As soon as he left his home, he heard it- the Voice from the outside. It had somehow found a way past the fog to speak to him. "Go not forth!" it whispered desperately into his ear. "The fog awaits you! It cannot touch you within your home! Stay!" But Farael dismissed the voice and continued on his way, away from the land bridge and towards the middle of the lake. Soon he found himself on the very bank where Nogrod had met his fate. Farael pushed into the water the boat that Nogrod had attempted his escape in, and then lowered himself into the boat and began to paddle. As the distance between himself and the shore increased, he saw the final Werewolf emerge from the shadows of a shack and pad out onto a rock that jutted into the lake. "My Master is expecting you!" it snarled. "I know," answered Farael. "Soon evil will stand alone in this village! The innocent stand no chance now!" taunted the Werewolf. And with the gift of sight that was granted to him, Farael answered, "They never did. And yet that is not an evil." "What madness do you speak?!" yelled the Werewolf, confused and angry. But Farael did not answer as his boat disappeared into the fog. The Werewolf heard a muffled splash, and then the fog spoke with a great voice. "The way is cleared for you now. The village is yours for the taking. Leave none alive!" As the Werewolf made its way back to its home, the Voice spoke to the Master of the fog. "This is no victory for you, so do not claim one. You have been overly cruel, and your spirit is tainted for it." "How can one such as you chide another for cruelty," answered the fog. "Is cruelty not an art that you have perfected?" The Residents- Aganzir- hangwoman Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger Isabellkya- hen Kath- milliner Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler mormegil- woodsman/carpenter The Might- shephard The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker The Departed- Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF) Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER) Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER) Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- slain by Hunter on Day 2 (VILLAGER) Nerwen, miller- found out on Day 3 (WEREWOLF) Macalaure, jailer- outed on Day 4 (WEREWOLF) Boromir88, assistant to the apprentice to Rikae- taken by fog on Night 5 (RANGER) Rikae, midwife/wise-woman- executed on Day 5 (WEREWOLF) Farael, conspiracy theorist- surrendered to fog on Night 6 (SEER) ANNOUNCEMENT: From this point on, Roles will not be revealed upon death. IT IS NOW DAY 6. YOU MAY POST. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important. Last edited by the phantom; 01-03-2008 at 09:06 PM.